Blonde’s have more fun. Or so they think. Blonde’s have monopoly fun. Scrabble fun. Uno fun. Brunettes, in Marissa’s mind, have battle simulation fun. At least the smarts ones. And Marissa is smart. The barista job gets her through school, into a great paying job, and ultimately the life every blond thinks she can get by being loose and easy. She knows how rhymes work. And no, you’re not so clever as to think you were the first to say it. And now, instead of just thinking about ripping your face off from behind the coffee maker, she can and will actually do it.